“Have you thought of name?” Galdor asked, as no answer came from his lord.

Thranduil looked over at his loyal guard, then back to the baby, then he looked outside the window.

The breeze blew through the branches, as a green leaf fell from a tree that his father raised when he was little; the trees sang a lullaby.

Thranduil looked over his son again, and was surprised to see him asleep, still with smile on his face as the lullaby was heard. Then he figured out a worthy name for his son.

“My Lord?” Galdor asked, as he noticed the movement that his lord’s eyes did, looking from side to side.

“I have a name for my son,” Thranduil answered, looking back at his son; he looked at his sleepy face, and said softly, “Your name, ion-nin, will be Greenleaf, for the fallen leaf from the tree that my father raised.”

“That is a worthy name for a beautiful child, My Lord. We should ready a feast for the Prince, My Lord?” Galdor suggested as a smile covered his face.

Thranduil walked over to his guard and gave him his son, then he turned to leave. “I need some air; I need to be with my wife…”

Galdor held Greenleaf, as he sighed, hoping that his king would grow with love for his son, and get past his grief.